It’s a beautiful, mini epic about a couple’s journey- quest across Patagonia. One pure shot of inspiration.
At the end the narrator (who is fabulous) asks the thought provoker:
“Did you enjoy your story?”
A collision of thoughts and memories came to me at once as I realised I’ve been almost absent from my own story as I narrate it in my head.
I had rushed through most of it, turned the pages far too quickly, sped read and missed the subtleties, assuming the tone.
That actually, I was far too consumed by the stories of others and how I could assist, understand, mirror and fit in around them.
Most of the time I wasn’t even on the page.
It now feels like a new beginning, as if finally the protagonist has turned up on page 13,289.
It feels empowering, I am connected.
What could happen on the next page, is our heroine hanging on a cliff ledge by her fingertips? Or is she at the foot pondering her climb?
Who knows but all of a sudden I’m rooting for her.
Where are you in your story? Are you screaming “Don’t go down there?” Are you waiting for the action to get started or trying to make sense of it all? Is there a clear direction? Who is the villain or love interest in the piece? Most of all are you enjoying your story?